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He kneeled on the snow. The burning cold was reddening both his toes and fingers, but it didn't compare to the anger he was feeling at the moment. Such anger could be noticed in his expression, which even seemed animalistic, as well as in the tears streaming down his face.

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When he opened his eyes, all he could see was an old, wooden ceiling. After staring at it for a while, he turned his head.

"Oh! I'm glad you're awake!"

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"I swear! I'm coming back alive!"

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On August 17th 1788, Austria, a new boy is born, this boy would bring a huge change with him.
The novel "The Bringer of Light" will revolve around quarrels of powerful noble families, political matters, strategic discussions, the real human condition where good and bad people don't truly exist, and much more.

That boy is a prodigy child, having deep insight ever since his birth. One day, something terrible happens to him, which makes him have the goal of bringing light to this world.

The main point of this book is following him on his journey to fulfill that task. He goes through a lot of internal struggles such as: Is it really possible to achieve such a thing? Is what I'm trying to do even the right choice?

The Bringer of Light

Lukas was in his room, getting ready to leave the mansion and go to the academy.

After he finished getting ready, Lukas went to the door and started going downstairs.

When he got there, he saw, for his surprise, Freida standing at the entrance door with a smile.

Lukas raised his brow. "Do you need something, Freida?" he asked.

Freida shook her head. "No, nothing. I just wanted to wish you luck. I know it's not the first time you are going there, but this is the most I can do," she said.

Lukas sighed. "Okay, thank you. See you later," he said as he waved his hand.

Freida just nodded her head and waved her hand as Lukas walked to the door and opened it.

After Lukas left and closed the door behind him, he walked to the carriage, where Rambert was already waiting.

Rambert looked back at the blonde boy walking to the carriage.

Rambert smiled. "Good afternoon, young master," he said.

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